Chapter 260 - Municipal Massacre II

[Bullet Time] didn’t even activate.

Ironically, weak blows that didn’t trigger the skill were almost as dangerous as skills that did, simply due to the dramatically reduced time to react. If I was gunning for me, I’d fire a bunch of weak skills that could slow, blind, or bind me, before going for the finishing blow.

The guard was slow. Unreasonably slow for his level and designation as a [Warrior]. It indicated low quality classes and poor skills.

My first instinct was to just blast his head off. It’d be easy. I was trained to do it that way, I knew the weakest paths of a body to burn through to kill people the fastest.

I caught myself.

Instead, I flickered a weak heal at him, the bright and sunny sky letting [Wheel of Sun and Moon] shine.

[*ding!* Your party has slain a [Petty Tyrant (Ooze, 288)]/[Dinosaur Handler (Wood, 190)]]

[*ding!* Congratulations! [The Dawn-

I turned off non-kill System notifications. Didn’t need the distraction right now.

It was moot.

The ogre halted his swing, as the elves started to swing at him.

“Stop!” I barked out, the tone of unshakeable command halting their blades.

Glad that worked. It’d been ages since I had to order anyone, and I’d never tried on the elves.

The ogre wavered a moment, then turned, slamming his mace down on the head of a human just going about their shopping.

I could’ve stopped it.

I wasn’t obligated to, and I’d just gotten the notification that I’d killed a shimagu. With the hatred shown, I was inclined towards provoking the shimagu. Forcing them to take a swing at me.

I wasn’t barred from provocation, then self-defense. My only obligation was to heal them if they came to me hurt.

I checked my mana usage, mentally whistling.

[Mana: 421,331/421,680]